Easy Mode: Easy Mode is for people who have no major interest in their characters dying. You have access to private topics, maims turn into severe bruising that inhibit the use of the damaged body part for the rest of the thread, what would normally cause deaths turn into your character simply being knocked out. However, everything isn't good for you, this also means that your character will never be able to pass Tier 3.

Exceptions to these Rules: Should you attack someone on Hard Mode with killing, crippling, injuring, or maiming intent OOC or IC, you lose your Easy Mode protection and may have the same done to you. May it be killed, maimed, injured, etc as long it is the same intention.

You cannot make private travel threads, but they can still be No Kill due to your Easy Mode Protection.

Also, there are also events which your character will be at risk if you choose to enter them.

Lastly your character can be vulnerable to death if you will it.

Hard Mode: This is for people willing to take more of a risk for more of a reward. In this mode you can reach up to T6, and there are other things available to you, like world positions. However, your character is always death enabled. A hard mode person is not allowed to make a "No Kill" thread or a Private thread. Their whole existence is open. Hard Mode is to promote a more realistic One Piece Roleplay-verse and while people are eligible to die while on Hard Mode, our aim here is not to make this a place where people meaninglessly kill. Hard Mode is introduced to promote interactive RP where people value there allies and teammates. Hard Mode is for an experience closer to Canon.

Exceptions to these Rules: If you are situated on your island or your ship while out in the sea(not docked on an island), you are permitted to make a private thread between you and crew members. HOWEVER, you cannot make a private travel thread on your ship, you are still at risk of invasion in those threads.

Protection for Private Topics on your Ship can last for a duration of 7 IC Post, afterwards the topic is Open.

Changing Modes: Changing modes is also possible if you start out a character, and realize the mode you chose does not really suit you. Unfortunately, to prevent people making the first choice without thought, or using easy mode to their advantage getting as high as they can with Easy Mode, and jumping to Hard Mode, there are penalties to both sides changing modes.

Easy Mode Penalties: If you're on Easy Mode, and you change to hard mode, you are bumped down an entire tier, and will have to build your way back up. Anything spent on something you cannot have anymore because of tier problems, (You were T3 with a T3 only sword, and you've been knocked down to T2), will be refunded if you wish.

Hard Mode Penalties: If you choose to jump to Easy Mode, you get everything taken from you that is Hard Mode only.

You may only change your Mode once and it does not effect preexisting topics you are in.

General Appearance:Medium length crimson locks flow down a beautiful sun kissed face. Just below where the bangs of the mailes locks fall lay emerald green hues. His eyes shine like emeralds themselves having a faint glow coming from them. The pupils of his eyes are black but seem to fade off into a grey colour bleeding into the green of his hues. His stature is equal to that of most men his age standing at a completely average height of 5'11. His body is filled out nicely with a great blend of tone and mass. Each section of his body is crafted by heavy work out keeping his fram otherwise light besides the mass of muscles stacked well together making a amazing pair. Each muscles looked as if they were hand chiseled by a sculpture. Black earrings laid seated in each ear lobe which seemed to blend perfectly with his emerald green hues. Most day Knuckles would dress in a casual dressed manner. Black cargo pants would be found on most day around his waist. They sat decently baggy on him allowing a full range of motion to be conducted in combat or any activity he could possibly get into on any given day. Paired with these black cargo pants would be solid black combat boots with a zipper on the side as well as long tough strings of shoe lace. These boots were military grade level footwear. Within the boots he wore black shocks the went up an inch above the rim of his high top boots. Tucked into his black cargo pants was a soil white, white beater shirt that fit his body like a well fitted glove that allowed his body's fram to be seen well but was too tight to be super revealing. Over this white beater was a grey shirt which hung over his black cargo pants allowing that baggy but free ranged moving attribute like his cargo pants did. There was no designs or emblems worn on the grey shirt, nor was there anything reflecting his faction on it. Covering his grey shirt was a matching black jacket with a fur trim which was grey in color. This entire outfit was a well put together and matching attire set. The dark theme colors allowed his crimson locks to be noticed much easier along with bring out its dark natured color. Not only did it help bring the color of his hair out but i allowed for his emerald green hues to pop out making it one of the first thing if not the only thing people would notice about him. For more formal attire the male would wear a black mild suit that could be used for many of settings and events whichever he needed it for. The suit was a complete three piece set from the tie all the way down to the shoes. It was layered like a towered cake, each layer adding an extra flare to the outfit. A White T-shirt would rest underneath the entire suit. Strapped to the end of the shirt were these fancy things called shirt stays that attacked to the shirt and the socks then tighten down to prevent the shirt from becoming untucked. Overlaying the T-shirt was a long sleeve button down white shirt. This also was clipped with the shirt stays. Both of these were tucked into a pair of straight black slacks that sat on top of black leather shoes. The pants were held up by a black leather belt which matched the shoes perfectly as if they came from the same cow. A crimson red vest was worn over the long sleeved shirt which was then finished off with a black skinny tie which rested on the vest. The final part of the suit was the black jacket which buttoned together at the bottom of the coat. The entire suit was unlike his casual wear meaning it was tailored to his body type giving a professional look.

Height: 5'11Weight: 165 IBSCrew Tattoo Placement: N/A

Personality:Knuckles Shi was a typical laid back young white male. His childhood was nothing extreme allowing his moral compass to be perfectly attached and well balanced treating everyone the same. However, once he reach the age of a young male about 12 he witness a slave trade for the first time. The slave had refused to obey orders by the slave master, this had caused a bit of a crowd to form and chanting for retribution to take place and punish the slave. They had beaten the slave to death for simply not moving around the stage to be shown off like some type of farming tool. This planted a seed within the young man allowing him to open his eyes to the real world around him. Since this day he devoted his life to studying and learning how to use tech and medical studies to better the lives of people in attempts to remove slavery from the world . His moral compass had then changed causing issues for slave trades and other inhumane actions performed by the government. His sense of justice had shifted thus taking action to his own hands. His mind now focused simply on making and improving mechanical assistance for humans who lost limbs due to slave work. Another was simply finding the chemical compounds for limb regeneration so that one day he could heal those with proper care besides his cybernetic implants. While others around the world were doing the samething but for their own needs no sought to fund his research, especially his projects for slave care. Once he had reached 21 he had joined the Revolution using whatever resources he could get his hands own to further his intelligence with his mechanical and pharmaceutical studies. The world now days to his eyes was a horrible place that needed to be rewritten, the only way it seemed to do that was to wipe out the Government and World powers that supported this type of thinking. Even if he had to kill, destroy or released a virus amongst a village to take out higher people in power than he would. The once ignorant child had become a man who would bring justice by any means that he could. His mind would captivate his ideals into pure goals and life missions. Nothing was more important to him than his work, he made it priority in his life giving all of his time that he could to it while maintaining his mark in the Revolutionary group. To further keep his research going he followed all orders given to him and excelled at his job. This allowed him to move up the ranks giving him further resource to work with and a command of Troops. He was still caring about those he worked with and under. Not to mention those who worked under him, they all felt the same he did about the government they just had their own ideals and issues with them. He didn't fully agree with the mission statement of the revolutionary completely, but he is the type of guy that makes sacrifices to better aid himself in the long run for his own person reasons. Manipulation and backhand actions are things that aren't above him. He will lie or kill to achieve his goals above all else. Due to the way he watched the world work he knew he could never fully trust someone, thus his friendships are more of a tool to him to gain what he needs and keeps them around just for future use. In a way he was becoming just like the very thing he wished to destroy, he assumed he could change back to his old self once the job was complete. They way he treated people however was with respect and the way he hoped others treated him. Because if this he was respected amongst the mean under his charge. He still cared about human life and right and tried not to push them, though just because he cared about human life didn't mean he wouldn't take one or destroy those who stood in the way. He would die for his men if it came to it as they would for him. It was a brotherhood within the revolutionaries. As messed up as he was now mentally he seemed to always have it together in person. Though within the walls of his mind he was in constant struggle of questioning his methods of justice, it was a constant battle within himself.Likes: 1:Robotics2: Science3: Challenges4:Beli5: DrinkingDislikes: 1:The Government2:Slavery3: Abuse of Power4:Slave Masters5:Torture

History: Opting out.Face Claim: One punch man/ GenosRP Sample: t seemed the gust of wind sent her hurtling towards him, she had used this as a chance to boost her speed and impact, though he had misstepped earlier and she launched at that second she also had to regain her own balance which help him out. Since he was able to recover before she did he was ready for her to come his way. As she came his way he bounce forward lunging his body towards her. He was of course attempting to tackle her to the ground using his strength and size to overpower her. Since the wind was blowing her at him there wasn't much she could do at this point to move, after all she was already half way towards him before he leaped forwards towards her. Even If she had managed to crouch down, he was coming down unto her. If he had successfully tackled her , his first strike would come from his right elbow coming down into her left eye attempting to shut it with a single hard strike, or cut it allowing blow to block her vision. He'd repeat the Elbow strike over and over striking for 3 times, hoping all had hit the target.

Even if they had failed he was ready to apply serious ground pressure and heavy blows upon her. See his strikes had more power due to the muscle and weight he had coming down unto her. Gravity would even be working in his favor now, which would allow him to simply try and overwhelm her with punches throwing 3 jabs, 2 hammer fist, and 5 hooks trying to bounce her head around like a cat playing with a ball on a string knocking it back and forth. Any of these blows could have been enough to put her away, meanwhile his left leg and right leg locked within each over around her right leg, insuring that he was going to be able to hold his spot on top on her if she had tried to buck him off if she even knew about this style of fighting. Knuckles was a well rounded fighter, true was slow without his powers in use though physically he was a tank. each blow had enough power to cause serious lethal damage if hit in the correct spot. His body was tough enough to eat several of his own attacks and much more. It was his greatest feat, this match was simply in his favor due to the size difference and ringe style.

It was true that size didn't matter much when two people fought, but it was a different story when both were highly trained. It wasn't to say the smaller framed types couldn't win, it would simply just be harder for them. To land a face shot she'd have to leave the ground costing her energy, dodging so often would cost energy and stamina, on top of how a hard punch could cause problems already. It seemed simple, don't blow all his energy unless he could see to finish like now. If he was successful enough to land even 4 out of all his strikes the risk would be worth it. Though while he had her mounted he could use his larger limbs to stretch her out,break a limb of hers, or even choke her out. He laid his body straight down ontop of her applying 80% off his weight down onto her small slender fram, surely causing her breathing troubles having that much weight resting upon your lungs directly. While laying upon her like this his left forearm would push up against her chin trying to lift it up to set his forearm onto her throat and push down onto it causing pressure on her windpipe furthering the air restriction of her lungs. The angle of his forearm would also be pushing against the artery in the neck which gave blood to the brain. This was a mix between a blood choke and a wind choke, it was really neither in full but a bit of each to cause more to worry about. He was trying to increase her heart beat by stressing her out increasing her blood flow and cause hyperventilation attempting to make her cause her to help him make hr pass out.

Knuckles was fully committed to this, anything she would try he likely would have a plan to counter it as he had thus far already. He would simply have to use the quick wit of his for whatever this woman had planned. She was going to be a pain in the ass the longer this fight went on, though it seemed he could learn from a bit more. He had plenty of fighting styles while it seemed she had one.

His breathing was steady and calm, he wasn't overloading his energy or hurting himself doing this, this was a simple burst of attacks trying to get in as much damage as possible. After all he wanted to Reach the End to meet His Rival and Officially get his Crown back.There was nothing he was going to allow to stop him, this meant more to him than just a random fighter enter to test themselves, he had drive and purpose for this. The Demon had a mission to see through and he would open hell upon anyone to do so.